Sheltered By the Orc by Sandra R Neeley

Fall through an ancient Fae portal to a time when Orcs ruled the Irish countryside. Stumble into an arranged marriage with an Orc who wants you less than you want him. And when it’s all said and done?
Frantically search for a way to travel through time back to his side.
In the shadows of a dense forest in Ireland, near the Cliffs of Moher, a lone figure with dark green-gray skin, more muscles than seem possible, and multiple tusks protruding from his mouth, kneels before an ancient gateway — a portal — once used by the Fae to move between worlds, times, and realms. With a few splashes of blood and an obscure chant passed down through generations of his family, Ozaq, blacksmith to the Orcs of his clan, sends up a request for his anam cara, his soul mate, to be sent to live and love beside him. It’s been a very long time, centuries even, since the portal was active. And with no answer, comes the resignation that it’s too late to ask his ancestors to intervene. He’s waited too long. Dejected and leaving his dreams to die beside the now useless portal, he doesn’t think to close it as he stumbles back to his solitary existence. He’s not even aware he’s managed to open it.
Until…
Madelyn has almost completed the excavation of the ancient cemetery, or cromlech, as the Irish call it, when she’s tempted by the colorful little old man who oversees the priory attached to to it. He tells of an unknown people and the ruins they left behind as proof they once existed. The only condition he gives her in exchange for the information of where their history can be found, is that of her silence. She can never share what she sees or learns from her exploration. Unable to walk away from the lure of an unknown people, she takes an afternoon hike by herself to search them out. She discovers what must have been a welcoming gate at the entrance of the village and literally stumbles over the cairns that once supported it. Before she knows it, her world is spinning, and suddenly she’s being yanked up off the ground into the arms of a group of very large, very frightening, very green males.
It doesn’t matter that this is completely impossible. It doesn’t matter that this has got to be some kind of dream or hallucination. It doesn’t matter that Orcs don’t exist. What matters is that according to their laws, she must choose one of them as her husband. And if she refuses, their Chieftain will choose for her. She will marry an Orc and become his property whether she likes it or not.